Stupid me...
the first day I was at the school was on 3rd of January 2005. It was a bright Monday. I came at 7:10 in the morning at the gate of the school. I turn back and went for a coffee in the nearest town. I was not sure if I was ready for the school or if the school was ready for me. I looked at the calling letter over and aver again.
should I go on?...should I go on?.I kept asking myself.
Its too late for turning back. I shouldn't went to Maktab in the 1st place...I won't have to face this if I went to Polytechnic or any other varsities..
Why didn't I went for that architecture course?...I like drawing and buildings... ...Why was I so obedience and do it?..kept asking questions with no answer.....
The time was 7:20 a.m.
I put all my questions to stop... paid the coffee and ride the RGV to school...The loud noise of the exhaust tank was like the echos of all the questions I bear in mind.....why? why? why? why?....
Arrived at school with ironed hard shirt and long black pants....I wore my lucky shirt and my favourite necktie. Walk straight to the office. It was still close. Haaa?... I thought the ofice should be open by now....the children around me were puzzled looking at a young smart man...(perasan smart tapi memang remaja lagi mase tuh). There were few teachers in the teacher's room...I asked the teacher and they brought me to see the Headmistress...at 7.40 the bell rang and there was an assembly. I introduced myself....everyone was excited..I was not... They said they thought I was a mamak cause of my name..my name does sound like a mamak's name....there was another malay man there...a teacher too....he's around 40 something...the first day thing he do was cursing the school...until now he still curse the school....he was never happy with the school....
I was like a chameleon....I change my colour according to the surrounding...I was well acepted...I thought The school is okay...but now I am like that 40+ year old teacher.....cursing everytime I step in the school ground..........
AND WHY?
Because......
everything....
number 1...RESPECT....
I been so patient....how would you feel?...when you're in a meeting and people are talking a language that you could not understand a thing..the only thing you could caught is your name is mention but you don't know why or what is it all about....The only time they speak in a tongue that you could is when they want you to do something....
number 2.....Fairness...
I hold 75percent of the responsibilities in school...I'm not just the teacher...I'm the clerk, office boy, dispatch and the laborer....
Goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm so mad I have to stop writing now....BYE...for now..
should I go on?...should I go on?.I kept asking myself.
Its too late for turning back. I shouldn't went to Maktab in the 1st place...I won't have to face this if I went to Polytechnic or any other varsities..
Why didn't I went for that architecture course?...I like drawing and buildings... ...Why was I so obedience and do it?..kept asking questions with no answer.....
The time was 7:20 a.m.
I put all my questions to stop... paid the coffee and ride the RGV to school...The loud noise of the exhaust tank was like the echos of all the questions I bear in mind.....why? why? why? why?....
Arrived at school with ironed hard shirt and long black pants....I wore my lucky shirt and my favourite necktie. Walk straight to the office. It was still close. Haaa?... I thought the ofice should be open by now....the children around me were puzzled looking at a young smart man...(perasan smart tapi memang remaja lagi mase tuh). There were few teachers in the teacher's room...I asked the teacher and they brought me to see the Headmistress...at 7.40 the bell rang and there was an assembly. I introduced myself....everyone was excited..I was not... They said they thought I was a mamak cause of my name..my name does sound like a mamak's name....there was another malay man there...a teacher too....he's around 40 something...the first day thing he do was cursing the school...until now he still curse the school....he was never happy with the school....
I was like a chameleon....I change my colour according to the surrounding...I was well acepted...I thought The school is okay...but now I am like that 40+ year old teacher.....cursing everytime I step in the school ground..........
AND WHY?
Because......
everything....
number 1...RESPECT....
I been so patient....how would you feel?...when you're in a meeting and people are talking a language that you could not understand a thing..the only thing you could caught is your name is mention but you don't know why or what is it all about....The only time they speak in a tongue that you could is when they want you to do something....
number 2.....Fairness...
I hold 75percent of the responsibilities in school...I'm not just the teacher...I'm the clerk, office boy, dispatch and the laborer....
Goshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm so mad I have to stop writing now....BYE...for now..
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takot plak since i am a future teacher.
report kat pengetua ke?
a strong person, i must say.
i know i am not in your shoes right now.. But i hope you can try your best..
Oh.. and try to avoid to be the clerk, dispatch and a laborer.. that is not your job right.. fight!
really?
takde pe, aku suke pempuan comel je..